Shannah contempt


I was sitting with my family in the studio waiting for our portrait sitting. Everything was running late and I had to be somewhere in barely an hour. The room was filled with people, and I silently blamed all of them as I watched the clock hands creep toward my deadline. I tried to put on a calm face, but it didn’t work. My smile was tight. I couldn’t sit and chat. Inside, I seethed. As I glanced around the room, I didn’t see my friends and neighbors; I saw only reasons for why we could not get our session